We've even got a secret handshake
And she loves the music my band makes
I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun
I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun.
-Cupid's Chokehold
----

Aaaand nope, I'm perfectly straight, t'ankyew.
I just happen to think that quote's cute, s'all.

Anyway, so YAY!
I got up t'day at 5.59 am.
By myself! Like, without, like an alarm clock and the works, yo.

Training was neat. :] T'day we got acquainted with the K2s; and spent the rest of the training warming up to the whole K2 scene yeah. A big fat thankyouuuu to supersenior Joy. You saved my sorry ass from certain doom and capsizedness more than once.
Not that, like, I wasn't wet already or anything, 'cuz I was. I capped, like, twice before I could get into the K2?
...I know, embarrassing major.

Also- Maxy and I saw Julia heading off for her Xcountry training. And then for the first time ever, I kinduv realized that I was wearing NJ attire. Well, duh. I had been wearing it all that time, I know- but suddenly I just realized realized that I was never gunna be wearing the blueonwhite MG attire again. [nostalgia!] ...Nay, instead, I shall be garbed in the ahdorably High School Musicalesque [cue for graphic Avveh retching noises] NJ PE attire.

Which, I suppose, shan't be that bad.

...Unfortunately, I can't say the same about the NJ uniform.
'Cuz I still look like a friggin' oversized dormouse in the uniform, dammit.

Pshhhtttt.
How'm I gunna survive in my NJ uniform? Seriously, I don't get how most people can wear it and still look so good. It's freakishly annoying.
When I start school, people're gunna be all, like, "Emg; there's an obese genetically mutated rodent roaming our hallowed hallways!!"
And then: "...Oh. It's only Cara."

How incredibly uplifting yeah?

...Meh.

...Annnnyway, so yeah. I'm so zonked now, seriously. And I have absolutely nothing to do. Aaand I'm teed off 'cuz my Mac doesn't let me tag Tiff's blog, plus I can't find ze elusive Gero's blog. :T
Elusive Gero, give me your bloglink kthzxloveyoutoobabe! :]

Omggggggg. Ohyeahohyeah. Apparently, [a little bird told me] a certain guy [in Singapore] has been going around telling people that I'm his ex.
...o_O
Like, HELLO, please?!
And yeah, I know I'd make an awfully awesome [keyword being awwwwesome] ex, and yeah, I know guys like to have their boasting rights and all that jazz.
But could you just, like, leave my name out of it?

Like, I dunno. While you're at it, why not say you dated Heidi Klum, too?
At least she has a good figure. 'Cuz, like, dude. You so do NOT want to see me in a twopiece yeah!

...Speaking of which. I just had an awesome little carbfest- a mango and a slice of toast with jam.
Grah, I don't think ketosis is working for me. Really. Dr Atkins and Co would be so ashamed.
Aah, ketosis schetosis. I'm supposed to love myself just as I am, right?
I've been reading this book that constantly raves about "oh, you're young! Treasure your metabolism while you can!" ; and I'm all, like, "...What metabolism?"

Huh.

So yeah, that pretty much sums up my rantings for the day. Aaaand I'm off to
1) tag more blogs
2) mope about not being able to tag Tiff's blog
3) Bloggersearch to see if I can somehow track down Gero's blog
4) do whatever the heck else I feel like doing!

XOXOXOXO!

[/EDIT]
...New song to annoy the stuffing out of y'all.
This one's slightly easier on the ears, though. Very backgroundmusicesque.

Oh, and no birds in ears and devils on shoulders, either.

See?
Nice music. <3


Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you're unlike any other?

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Hello, m'loves! :]

Kay, so t'day didn't zackly start out very well.

Ackshually, scrap that. It started awfully.
I woke up to the sun [blasted sun!] streaming in through my window, and I was all sleepy-eyed and like, "Good morning starshine, the Earth says hellohhh!" "...Oh. Good morning, worrrrrldddd."
Then I happened to glance at my watch.
Aaaand realized that canoeing training started in 16 minutes.

Emg, major scccccramble. I probably shaved off five years from my lifespan from that trauma. [As if my lifespan wasn't already short enough.]
Anyway, so I got to training [late, but still]. Thankfully. What sucked, though, was that we only covered a pathetic distance of I'mnotsayingwhatitis; because there was another IP0 junior who was with us- and she was kinduv struggling, so we had to wait for her and give moral support.

Yeah, so after training; we sat down and had a debrief; during which they passed around what seemed like countless packets of banana walnut bread and pandan bread and [!!!] bananas. Maxy tried to pressgang me into having a banana, but I didn't take any 'cuz I don't like having carbohydrates that early in the day. Most of the rest of the team took 'em, though; and for awhile there was just, like, this contented silence.

Hahaaaaaa. I almost got shot down for laughing; cuz everyone was just sitting there, looking wayyyy dazed and raising their hands with this uberstoned expression, and very forlornly munching on their bread slices/bananas.

Teeheeeee. I'm sorry, but it really was cute.

Ohyeahandand! On to other news.
I HAVE LE JOB! :]]]]]
In a beeyootiful little vintage boutique at Stamford House, filled with deelyteful clothes and lots and lots of prettiful accessories. <3
I'm to help sell ze clothes and help customers accessorize and help them fit together different vintage pieces for that purrrrfect look.

Bonzahhhhh.

YAY. I love my new assignment, and I think it's the cutest thing ever. <3

...But back to the present.
I'm starving.
There isn't anything left in the cupboards that I like enough to raid, so now I'm stucketh here with a plate of cucumber slices.
Dammit. :[

I want my dinnnnnner.

Anyway, Imma go now. I shall go and try to do something useful with myself, and- oh, I dunno- eat more cucumber slices.

Somebody feed me.

<3


Because you're amazing and you don't know it
Because you're smart and you don't believe it;
You're the kind of girl that guys don't get over
& you're the kind of girl other girls get compared to.
------

Fine, I get it.
Y'all DON'T have birds in your ears.

...Gaw. 'Tis just a song, lovelies; no need to take it so literally.
BUTBUT I still love that song, WHICH MEANS that it stays on.
For now.

Anyways. I'm sitting here in front of a rained-on window and having a fatfree hot chocolate in an armchair stuffed with comfy cushions and just being a happy stoner in general.
Yay. Go all happy stoners all over the world.

The fact that there's training tomorrow gives me a funny feeling in my stummick. ...I shall push myself to canoe however far I'm supposed to; and I will try not to splash overly much and I shall not give in and I won't back down and I will remember to apply sunblock so I don't get a twotoned tan.
And then I intend to drag Shu and Maxy around for a jog after training. Aaaand then we shall all collapse in a lovely sunburnt heap; head back to Maxy's place, and I shall have lunch there with them, yes I shall. [I just realized that Maxy and I tend to order identical meals now, heeee. Like, last week we both had veg rolls and Diet Cokes for lunch. ...Which mustuv looked puhretty strange; the both of us eating zackly the same things, but after all, we're practically sisters, so who really gives a hoot anyways.]

...About my life?
We-ell. Boywise, I'm still pretty much where I was at the start. [If only cute guys could gawk at me, and not dirty old men. Meh.] Foodwise...Mummy brought Jon, Jana and I out to Jack's Place last night for dinner. Dad's in the U.S again, but he says that we'll have Thanksgiving dinner when he comes back, so's. Anyway, so Mums tried to get me to order a filet mignon steak platter; but then I looked at the menu and I envisioned myself ackshually putting a wad of poor dead cow into my mouth and then swallowing it [!!!], and I almost got sick all over the garlic bread.
So I ordered grilled crayfish instead. Which was vereeee good, by the way.
[Being a pescatarian doesn't mean you have to starve yourself.]

Ohyes and we went to the library! ...And I found this ahdorable book called "The Otherworld: How to bring fairies into your life". Heeeeeee.
I flipped through it, and there was this one part about "How to catch a Dryad". The book suggests planting a tree in a special place in one's garden; and then regularly visiting it, hugging it, and talking to it.

Kay, and I'd love to try that. The only problem is that with Singapore's climate, the only plant I'll be able to grow successfully will probably be a measly bean plant. Not that there's anything wrong with a bean plant, of course.
Maybe I'll plant the beanplant where I buried my hamster. Yes, and then I will visit it everyday and talk to it like the knowledgable little sprout that it is.
...The thing is; if I hug it, I'll crush it.
And then I'll probably end up eating it for dinner one day, so I don't think the Dryad of the beanplant [if any] would be very pleased, zackly.

So that's a no to the beanplant Dryad, then.

Oh well.

...Gah, I have to go. I need to put in some tinkling time on the piano [Hear that, Nic? ...Cara actually plays the piano! Gaspshockhorror!] ; and then I shall mrt to meet up with Pretentious for our bandmeeting.

But before I go; here's a thought from last night. [Yes. Random genius inspiration strikes again.]
See- no matter how much you diet to get down to a size whatever; or how expensive you get your clothes at to look like the latest CK jeans model; or how much mascara you wear; or how loudly you laugh and how hard you pretend to be the most popular, most loved person around...the truth is that there'll always be somebody better at it than you.
There'll be somebody far skinnier than you; far richer and who looks better in designer clothes than you do; who looks like a total bombshell without mascara; somebody who has lovelier teeth than you do and who happens to just be naturally more popular than you could ever hope or want to be.

There'll always be somebody better.

...But here's the thing.
There'll always be somebody who does something better than you.
But there's nobody- absolutely nobody- who could be YOU, better than you can.

So listen up, people. Just be yourself. Call it cliched, call it oversaid. Whatev. I couldn't care less.
But I DO care that this message gets out to as many people as possible.

Being YOU is the best thing you could ever be. Who cares about being the thinnest/most expensive/best-looking/most popular/whateverelseyoucouldthinkof person?

God loves us all just as we are; and I, for one, think that totally owns.

<3!


We will sing pretty songs about love,
and we will fight if that's what it takes,
and we won't back down.
No, we won't shut our eyes and go to sleep.
We will write all over your walls, and we will dance to no music at all.
We will do what it takes
to get through to you.

-----

...Somebody hang me from a pedestal and prop my eyelids open with toothpicks, kthx.

I. AM. DROP. DEAD. TIRED.

Yeah, so t'day I woke up at 6am, had my morning expresso, then bundled myself off to MacRitchie for my second canoeing training. Instead of like the last training, Maxy and I took the T-boats out with two other seniors; which was a different experience, and much more intense [sorry Maxy, but duh].

We rowed for ten km. ...And yes, yes. I know. It's not like we just broke a record or killed the canoeists' version of Goliath or whatever. BUTBUT. It was way better than our first training, when we only did 5km. [Pathetic, I know; but it seemed like a decent distance at the time.]
So's. We doubled our distance, which- yeah, is a puhretty good thing for us two n00bs. Whee us. Aaaand we worked on our technique [punch and pull!], aaaand worked on our stamina.

Oh boy, our stamina.

It was also kinduv awkwardish 'cuz I was seated in front, and I kept splashing the senior sitting behind me. *grins* [It was an accident, I swear!] ...But technically, I still ended up wetter than him, so it doesn't count.

Ohyeah, and I got a tan. ...Like, seriously, dude. I got a tan. And duddde. It's, like, bi-coloured, yo.
Which is just wrong, and I totally need to even it out.
Dudddddeee.

Mmhm. And after training; I basically crashed for an hour and a half. I was tired and hungry and all, yeah; but strangely enough- I enjoyed it. ...So I guess you could say it was fun in a painful way...? Is there such a thing?
Well if there isn't, then I just invented it.
So ha, Guinness Book of World Records.

Grah, so that's my day summed up. My legs feel so disgustingly underexercised. Gaw. ...They feel like *insertoverlygraphicdescriptionshere*.

Oh yeah Nic, I totally agree. Carmen Fantasy clashes with Nine Days. Like, durrrrrr.
So I have a proposition.
Whydoncha tune down the classical music for like, just a few seconds; go to my blog, leave countless love tags extolling how wunnerful I am [X)], and headbang to the happy music for a while.
Just a while, I swear.

Pfee, I'm sorry there isn't anything overly juicy for y'all to gossip about this time round.
...See?
My life is just a mild, calm, ocean...

Ohmmmmmmmmmm.

XOXO!


Hello, stranger;
No, I don't think we've met
But I know I've loved you all my life
I just don't know your name yet.

------

Ai, the power of the tagboard. :]
I wuvvums y'allums.

And Nic: I DO look weird in pictures!!! Like, I look retarded, please. :O
..."Is that Paul Twohill next to Maxine in that picture? ...Eeyergh, I didn't know he had gotten so fattt!"
Or [worse still]: "What's that black thingy with eyeliner doing in the picture next to Nicole?"

Only sometimes exceptions occur; [possibly something to do with the refraction of light], and my alien identity is successfully concealed [for the time being!] when the occasional photograph turns out with me looking normal in it.

I said the OCCASIONAL photograph.

Blah, but anyway...

Blame me, or call me plain idle, but whatev. I'll admit it- I'm bored. I need some new excitement in my life.
Gaw, we need something to rock suburbia off its terraced feet yeah.
Pfffftttttt.
Somebody DO something, please! Throw an uncensored party; let's scrape and run and spend a whole night out at the movies; or I KNOW.
WHY DON'T WE ALL PACK OUR SUITCASES AND HEAD TO THE BAHAMAS?
I've heard the weather's awesome shizz there this time of year.
...Is it just my problem; or are ANY of you bored like me?

...Oookay, maybe it's just my problem. :/

But grah I need to do something quickquick.

Oh yeah, I've been working on my poetry portfolio. Seriously, sometimes I get this close to taking my pen and grinding it into my contact lens.
Honestly.
It tees me off like nothing else can; when I try to find a vent for all the emotions spinning around inside of me- and still fail to let them flow off into paper. Sometimes my emotions get so wide and so deep that it's freaky, and suddenly you start to see things and question things that you would never have seen or questioned before.
I should know- that happened before, and I spent the rest of the day walking around dazedly and generally just being a useless stoner.
[But a useless POETIC stoner, at least!!!]

Sometimes when I'm in my weird poetryesque moods- life just seems so BIG and uncomprehensible. ...Which is puhretty unnerving; because then sometimes I feel like I've been caught up in this Bermuda Triangle of unfallible sentiments and meanings and deep philosophy.
[Blah, I know, Cara's ranting again.]
[...But then again, when does she ever not rant?]

...Still, the feeling of achievement and enlightenment when I complete a piece of writing that I feel is satisfactory- gaw, it gives me a high like no other. [...I know. I get high on poetry. ...So sue me, okay?] It's a wonderful, wonderful feeling- like somehow life has stooped down and handed a little piece of itself to you. I think I'd feel the same way if the sea breeze in Ireland swept close to me and whispered a mermaiden sekkkrit into my ear.
Or if the Sun came down and gave me a shaft of golden sunlight to weave into my hair.

OH I KNOW I KNOW.
THIS IS BORING STUFF, AND AS SUCH UNSUITABLE FOR A BLOGPOST.

...Forgive me, heee. I just needed to get all of that off my chest. Never mind if nobody else understood my inane grumblings.

"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and neccessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love; these are what we stay alive for."
-Dead Poet's Society

P.S: But I'm not a dead poet!

P.P.S: ...Yet.


OH FOR THE LOVE OF MY ACHING LIMBS.

I went for my first NJ canoeing training t'day. What surprised me was the fact that all the canoeists don't treat canoeing like just any old CCA. It's like their life, and I think I'd like to get used to that. The weather was beeyootiful- it wasn't bright, so being the sunlightshunning freak that I am, I was happy- and it rained, which was lovely because I love rain. :]

Yeah, so Maxy and I basically did a whole lot of splashing around. By the end of the session, the both of us looked as if we had cannonballed into the shallow end, wallowed around in the ankle-deep mud, and gone deepsea diving in the deeper end of the reservoir. ...Yes, we were WET. [In fact, "wet" happens to be a terrible understatement.]
...And the embarrassing thing is that we had stayed in the boat the whole time.

Heee.

Anyway, so mhm. After training, Maxy and I moseyed back to her place, had Royce chocolates, and caught some awesome blogsurfing waves- absolutely bonzahhh.

Which pretty much sums up my day.
Huh.
So much for an incredibly exciting, incredibly titillating post.

...Oh, but in reply to your comments.
About the guy who gave me the bracelet...honestly, I didn't even know he existed until he got his face into view when he handed me the bracelet. I know it sounds harsh, but 'tis his fault. Seriously. He shoulduv hung out more at the buffet bar. ;D
Anyway, to appease y'softhearted people, I've dropped him an email to say thank you for the pretty trinket.

Happy now?

And YES, Lothy, I know! My dear friends are obsessed with my status with the opposite sex. ...Is that not extremely amusing? I've always found it so, hee, and I jump at any and every opportunity to get right back at 'em. [*cackles*]
Not that I ackshually HAVE any status right now, of course.
I am pure and blameless.

Avvehhhh- thankyew for the cyber timtam. It was delish. ...And the best part?! Cyber calories! :] I love cyber timtams. I could eat them and eat them and get fat on them.
BUT THEN AGAIN I wouldn't get fat on them.
Why?
...Becausebecause! They're CYBER TIMTAMS! CYBER TIMTAMS LEAD TO CYBER OVEREATING WHICH LEADS TO CYBER OBESITY...which DOESN'T EXIST!!! :DDDD *does llama dance of glee*
...You, m'dear, are a genius.

Oh, and Cheryl. I absolutely refuse to accept defeat. First off- the deal was to like a guy and have him like me back! ...I don't like that guy- at least, not in THAT way. He's sweet, yeah, but he's absolutely not my type.
...So's.
YOU OWE ME CHOCOLATE, YE FIEND!
[And don't you dare try and pull an Avvie on me and give me cyber chocolate. It doesn't count!]

---

Imma end this post by typing any and all the random things that pop into my head.
It's a neat way of telling what I'm feeling and yaddayadda about my subconscious and all that jazz yeah?

IPODS. VALENTINE'S DAY. SHUHUI AND ADRIANA. I AM AN APPLE MONSTER. FEAR ME. HOHO.
...I WISH YOU WERE REAL!
I MISS MSN. :[ SOMEBODY TALK TO ME QUICK BEFORE I GO INTO CARDIAC ARREST.
I WISH I HAD A TIMTAM WITH ME NOW.

As always,

XOXOXO.


I'M BACKNESS.
So blame me for being M.I.A, harhar.

Aw y'all, thanks so much for not starving my tagboard while I've been away. I wuv y'all watts and watts. <3

Kay, so nothing particularly gaspohmygoshlikeWOW happened while I was on the cruise. I spent most of my time eating [they even had a vegetarian section, so, like, WHEE!] and working out and going into a delightfully vegetative state for the rest of the time.
And, for the sake of CHERYL [who, for the sake of her Ferrero Rocher, is probably crossing her fingers and hoping desperately that I made the acquaintance of some dark-haired, green-eyed Prince Charming while sailing the high seas]...

*drumrollgoeshere*

...ABSOLUTELY NOTHING OUT OF THE BLUE HAPPENED.

[This is also Cheryl's cue to break down and sob hysterically.]

I made friends with a few random waiters, though. There was some weird waiter at the Bella Vista, another one at the Meditarranean Terrace, and the Ice Cream Uncle. :] Heeeeee. Gotta love Ice Cream Uncle. [whom I shall royally dub ICU for short.]

Kay, so I was at the ice cream counter, and dear ol' ICU was scooping out a scoop of mango icecream, and then he suddenly goes like;
ICU: You Salad?
Me: *momentarily stunned* ...Salad? No, um. Ice cream, please. The, um, mango flavoured one.
ICU: No, your name. Salad?
Me: Ohh. Yeah, no, it's Cara.
ICU: *his face clears as he then proceeds to nod enthusiastically, having been thus enlightened* Ahhh. You salah.
Me: *thoroughly aggravated now* No, it's not salah and it's not Salad it's Cara and now may I just have my icecream please?

Oh yeah, and not forgetting some random guy who came up to me; kind of mumbled "this is for you", gave me his contact number and a pretty silver bracelet thingamajig; and then dashed off before I could conjure up a normal human reaction. Like p'raps wiping the inane expression off my face and then maybe saying "thank you". But the bracelet's pretty cute. :]

So yeah, the cruise was awesome fun, and it was a total change to be able to slack around all day and do just about whatever I liked. Naturally, the food was the shizzle too; so's. Major plus points for that. ;]
I LOVE SUPERSTAR VIRGO. <3 It's gigantic, and like wheeeeee. I wish I could say the same about Superstar Aquarius, what with Aquarius being my birthsign and all. ...Problem is; there isn't a Superstar Aquarius cruise ship. It's a measly submarine. So pffffft.

Mmf, so that's the cruise summed up.

Now.

[/startgossip]

OH AND. ROY AND MATT, EMG. EGADS, YE STALKERSSSSS! X] Yeah, I KNOW there's some little thing called Google Search, but eep. Also, Matt: don't get too pumped up over the fact that I think your sense of humour's neat. [ Maybe I was just being nice.]
And Ting, hunneh. I AGREE, TIM TAMS ARE THE BANE OF THE CALORIE-LADEN UNIVERSE! I wish I could say the same about brownies, only I can't make "brownies" spell out "evil", the way you did with "tim tams arE VItaL". The most I can do is "I lOve broWNies". ...Which is also pretty true, but it isn't the same, somehow.
Oh well.
To my Lothylove; I WISH I COULD'VE BEEN THERE TOO! <3 But happeh returns of the belated day, hun, and lotsalotsalotsalovvvve.
And Maxy's gunna have an overflowing locker when Valentine's Day rolls around. Never fear, though! I'm sure she'll be able to fend off unwanted attentions with her newfound biceps. X]
Avvie, STOP PUNCHING ME, you blackbelted weirdo, you. <3 You're giving me a complex. :[
And Tiff; nope, it was some weirdo imposter person. I KNEW Kenneth couldn't possibly have posted that. *grins* It would be bordering just on the edge of macabre if he did. ...So Kenneth, rest assured. I believe you, and imposter Kenneth- go 'way! [In fact, go far far away. I've heard that the weather in Antarctica's picking up.]
Liang- like, duh! You've got one of the prettiest voices I've ever heard. PLUS you can write. And play the guitar. I'm jealous.
Pfee, Sky/Spirite, don't mope. Go update. :] Be proactive. Yay. *blows kazoo*
Bran...didcha see Elemm's threat to tack up Missing posters for you? :] Go talk to her, hun. And hello, thanks for tagging. I shall tag back soon. Promise.
And Shu. ...You're in immense danger of being teased relentlessly [by MaxCara Co.] about dahling Addddrianaaaahhh. Yay for young love!

[/endgossip]

...Mm, that feels good. <3 I've missed my daily dose of goss and rambling.

Oh, and. After reading Shanti's blog, I've been pleasantly reminded that I'll be turning fifteen in a few months' time.
...Fifteen seems to somehow be some kind of magical age. The age to experiment and explore and get crushed on, get dumped, get high, get drunk [although technically I'll still be underaged, so no to the drunkness, then], and get discovered.
I think that when I turn fifteen; it'll just be the same old cycle of eat. sleep. slack. repeat.
Only I'll be a year older, and a year closer to not being underaged.

So much for fifteen being a magical age, then. Boo.

Anyway yeah, my tagboard told me to tell y'all that it loves y'all too! <3 Aw. Isn't that sweet of it? ...It reflects well on me, the tagboard owner. I know it does.

Aight, so I'm off t'tag and leave lovvvvve comments.

<3!!!


Neener.

It's a dark, dank, rainy day; and I, Cara, am sitting in front of her Mac and trying hard to come up with a relatively coherent post.

...TOMORROW I SAIL AWAY! <3
Yay, and then for a blissful 4D3N, my life shall be a happy blur of gyming, the Mediterranean Cafe, the Bella Vista, night shows and running around with random people. Mmyeah.

Anyway, and. Apparently our dahling Jaime showed GEG [an abbreviation for Green Eyed Guy- for the sake of the yet-uninformed] my photograph, and he said I was cute.
...o_O
Kawaii ne girls are cute.
Puppies are cute.
Cookie Monster's cute.
Heck, even Mojojojo's cute.

...And I, I do not want to be ranked in those demeaning ranks of cuteness!!!

[Jae: You are so Cara-meets-chocolatecake kind of dead. Believe me.]
...Blah, but anyway. It isn't as if I can actually DO anything right now, seeing how as Jae's all the way over there in Dubai.
I shall not make any comments on chic sheikhs.

I MISS TALKING TO REAL LIFE PEOPLE. :[
I want to go out with y'all. Pfft, seriously, it sucks being able to talk only via the phone and email right now. I NEED TO GET OUT FOR A GOOD OL' CAM-WHORING SESSION AGAIN.
Only this time I'll be behind the camera and y'all can be the whores, hoho.

Anyway. I have one more thing to add to my wishlist. :]
I WANT TO GO ON A BALTIC CRUISE! ...My grandparents went on one last year, and I want to go on one now too. Apparently the ship stops over at nine countries; places like Russia and Norway and the Netherlands, yadayada.
...Just think of how many penpals I could meet up with if I went on the cruise. <3 My Lothy and Matt and Roy and Dirk [o_O] and Seldie and all. How fun.

...Oh yeah, and about the whole NJ thing. I find it pretty amusing, really, that people are getting together and everything...and school hasn't even started yet, too. Still, we have people going around piping about who likes who, nanana, no, she doesn't like him but he likes her and do you think they'd both be compatible, blahblahblah.
*snickers*
...At this rate, we won't have anything worthwhile to talk and rhubarbrhubarb about when school begins! Hold your horses, good folk; save the juiciest gossip for when term actually starts, kthx. :]

[Also. Contrary to what some people believe...I'm the polar opposite of scandalous. Heck, I didn't even do anything, so bless y'all; lay off the reputation-dealing, lovies. ;D ...I'm the best little angel you could ever find.]

How sad. I guess I'll be seeing y'all in 4 days, then.
In the meantime, stay deloverly!
...Aaaaand don't starve my taggeh. Leave love comments.
In fact, leave manymany random love comments.

And I shall leave manymanymany random love comments for y'all too, when I return.

But 'till then, this is Cap'n Jackie Sparrow signing off.
[Yohoho and a bottle of rum!]

Tah, ye landlubbers.

<3


HELLO STARSHINE
THE EARTH SAYS HELLO! <3

Yay, so finally I get to use a compy that isn't a mac. Becuzzzz I'm at Maxy's house! :]

Yes, so I shall make use of this opportunity to overuse the bold and italic and colour font thingies. It's the shizznit.
Shizznit.
Shizznit.
[*is having fun*]
Shizzzzzzzznit.

Today we went to the gym at Keppel Club, since canoeing training was cancelled. [All the best to our canoeing seniors! :D]
Lessee!
[Maxy is fit. She says she isn't, but don't believe her. DON'T.]
So we spent an hour doing cardio, and then we spent some time doing obliques/situps, and then we went to the steamroom! And thennnn we showered, went out for a great lunch of fissssssh [precious! :] ], and now we're at Maxy's house listening to the All American Rejects.

Good day. <3>duh.
And no, I wasn't born in England. :] Otherwise I'd be having crumpets and sipping Earl Grey and pampering my widdle corgis.

Anyway...I wanna watch Step Up. Frankly, I'd normally hate to be classified as anything vaguely like a fangirl- but Channing Tatum is way hawwwt. So I think I'll have to round up some people to come watch him Step Up with me. :]

I've realized that I'm pretty packed this week. Which is cool, 'cuz otherwise I'd be slacking at home getting fat.
Yesterday I gymed for an hour; t'day was another wunnerful gym session with Maxy dahhhling; tomorrow'll be another gym session, on Saturday I have Body Jam and the NJ canoeing thingamajig. And on Sunday I'm sailing awayyyyy on a cruise!
Which means that y'all won't see me until Wednesday. [On the count of three, everyone say AWWWW.] But I shall come back tanner [I hope!] and leaner or fatter; it depends on whether I eat or work out more. Heeeee.

Oh yeah, 07ip04's classblog's officially up, yo. Check the links. <3>


He's the king of mixed signals
&& She's the queen of excuses.

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HELLO, NJ SENIORS! <3
HELLO, MG DAHLINGS! <3
HELLO, ALL YOU LOVELY PEOPLE WHO TAGGED! <3

While today hasn't 'zackly been the worst of days, I don't think it's been the best either. Here's a boring timeline of my boring day.
1. Got up early and went inline skating for 50 minutes.
2. Slacked.
3. Ate too much.
4. Kept eating.
5. Had tuition.
6. Ate some more.

...I swear, at this rate I'll be fatter than the cranberried turkey at Christmas dinner this year. Haha, I'll look like a pudgy Crayola crayon. <3 Crayons are the love. I think they're cute, whee.

[But me being crayonesque is NOT the love.
Note to self: ... Do NOT, at any costs, get any fatter!]

[/endhungryrant]

...Anyhow. I'm talking to Roy [yes, Roy] over Skype now. Pfft. I swear, MSN hates me. It doesn't let me log onnnnn. *weeps*

Oh yeah, and. Maxy and I watched DOA yesterday. Fluffy plot, predictable characters...but shamefully enough, the rockin' choreography made up for it. AND the killer bods. :X My gosh, I would almost KILL to have a body like those lucky spazzes.

I WANT TO BE A NINJA PRINCESS TOOOOO. :[

How sad; the closest thing I ever came to becoming a ninja princess was watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on telly. And that was when I was six, I think.

And the closest I ever got to being a Master Thief like Holly Valance's character in DOA was back when I was six again; when I accidentally took out a yellow bouncy ball from a store in England because I thought it didn't belong there since it had no price tag.

Oh, life can be unfair.


Dahyum I feel good.

Getting up early is good for the soul, kids.

I clocked in an hour of cardio and several sets of toning exercises at the gym today; and the clock hadn't even hit ten yet! :] ...And so yes, I'm psyched that I finally got my lardy, unfit self to the gym to burn some serious calories.

Anyway, I just discovered something awful but I'm not going to cry about it [-and no, it has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with my weight] and I swear I will be strong and make a new start.

Oh, and yeah. I tried on the NJ uniform...and, gaw. I WILL SO MISS MG UNIFORM. :[
I guess the NJ uniform's good on some shapes and all- but on me it flounces and poofs in the wrong places and I feel like a living breathing potato sack, kthxverymuch. ...But then again, maybe that was because I was wearing a blouse two sizes too large and a skirt one size too large. Maybe when they get in stock of my size; I'll look like a relatively decent person.
Hopefully.

...Neener.
Is anyone up for a sleepover? I'm dying to throw one and I know y'all are dying to come to one too. :X I got this really neat show about a group of girls who meet up after ten years. ...Whee, I wonder if we'll do that to, when we all are fighting the Dreaded Spread and fighting our rapidly expanding waistlines and rapidly dwindling wallets. Funfunfun.

Oh, and. My grandma doesn't believe that I'm going to join canoeing. ...She says I need to bulk up more if I want to be a canoeist.
*whines* ...but I don't WANT to bulk up. Ew.
Anyway, I think most canoeists are puhretty lean. Judging from freaky people like Tiff senior <3, who can have an 11% body fact percentage.
Unlike fat old me, whose body fat percentage is yet unknown because I haven't got the machine that does it for you.

Life can be so cruel sometimes.

...Anyway, ta, and ta again. I'm offffffff.

Love!